Q: omg your theme is perfect, where did you get it ?
thanks! I chose “etcetera” vintage-theme on tumblr and got this custom header design from an illustrator. if you want her contact details, I can help you :)
Poon Hill Sunrise Trek - Ghorepani, Nepal (April, 2013)
My Dad was a mountain hiker. He said it’s not about Kilimanjaro or Everest, it’s about the ups and downs before reaching the peak. The same goes to life. We know, bad days are inevitable but trust me, going downhill will be much less tiring. Sometimes you fall, other times you suffer altitude sickness. But once you reach the peak—live your life the way you dream it— you’ll know you’ve already been through so much.
And yes, even just for a hill, finally I’ve made it to Poon Hill (3.210 m), I should be a bit proud of myself, because this is how I perceive achievements. I might not climb the greatest mountain or the highest peak. But I’ve gone beyond my own limits that I had set for myself before.
Naya Moeda, checked out! :)
Q: Naya, did you use (D)SLR camera for your pictures ? Or just regular point-and-shoot camera ? Or perhaps smartphone camera ? Your pictures are quite smashing i'd say. Anyway, best of luck and i hope you might have the chance to see another part of the globe.
Well it depends. I admit that sometimes I took pictures with let say, my ipad cam like my latest post in order to catch that moment cause it took quite some times to prepare my cam while hiking. Anyhow, I’ve always re-sized all the photos here, edited them, gave them some vintage-touch (my favorite!) and after all, it’s about my own taste & preference towards colors anyway. So yeah :) thanks anon! :) :)
Himalayan Village of Ghorepani, Nepal (April, 2013)
Everest Region, Nepal (May, 2013)
It doesn’t matter how high you hike,
or how far you fly.
As long as you’re happy, you know you will touch the sky.
Bangkok Shopping Spree: Talad Rot Fai (Train Market)
I’m guessing, shopping is the number one reason why you’re here, in Bangkok! An abundance of night markets, plenty of bars and cafés, vibrant nightlife, make Bangkok ripe of exploration
With dozens of night markets to choose from, my choice so far goes to Talad Rot Fai* with its very attractive layout and retro atmosphere that will make you feel like live in a time wrap, smuggling yourself into Andy Warhol’s memory machine.
Not many people know Talad Rot Fai as well as Chatuchak. Thanks to its nostalgic pulse, Talad Rot Fai is home to retro-lovers. Just walking distance from Chatuchak, you can find Talad Rot Fai with its vendors selling everything. From the antique warehouse until pop-art cafés, from vintage toys until vinyl furniture and record.
This used-to-be-a-railway-station market is open during weekend; Saturday, and Sunday from afternoon to midnight.
(best time to visit approximately 7 pm - midnight)
Take your time, enjoy the gentle banter, get yourself some souvenirs and check out the van-bars for some killer cocktails perhaps?
*English translation; talad = market, rot fai = train.
Q: Dear naya, your writings were so touching. Care to share travel review dalam bahasa indo? Dibuat alur gitu seperti travel blog orang2 pada umumnya pleaseeee janji bakal lebih sering mampir blogmu hahaha terima kasih ya!
Hi anon, thanks :) sebenarnya tujuan awal blog ini hanya untuk merecord foto & cerita perjalanan. tapi asik deh saranmu. oke, di kesempatan traveling mendatang deh aku bikin dalam bentuk cerita. (kalo ngga banyak ketiduran pas jalan2 ya tapi) HAHA
The sky is busy, the cages are empty
Sydney, Australia (May, 2012)
Now you know why the birds keep singing.
They are happy.
They are free.
Kepada Priska Chamato di Bulan September
Sebelum membaca petikan surat ini, ada baiknya untuk terlebih dahulu membaca kisah inspiratif tentang Priska Chamato pada tautan ini: “Terlahir, Mengulang, dan Berpesta!”
Selamat siang adik, di sini pukul tiga siang menjelang sore. Aku tidak tahu jam berapa di sana, namun yang selalu membenam dalam bayangku, di sana matahari selalu menyapa tinggi-tinggi. Maka aku sedikit heran ada kontras yang terlalu jelas antara benua hitam dan cerahnya matahari yang membuatmu semakin melegam.
Adik, secara fisik mungkin kita belum pernah bertemu, mungkin ini hanya frekuensi metafisik semesta yang menyatu yang membuatku rindu akan seorang gadis kecil yang belum pernah aku temui. Ah, apakah kamu mulai mengernyitkan dahi membaca suratku dengan tata bahasa yang terlalu diatur seperti matahari di sana yang memantaskan diri tinggi-tinggi?
Baiklah, jadi begini…
Ketika aku masih seusiamu, aku berpikir bahwa di tahun-tahun menjelang, aku akan menjadi seorang kakak dari seorang gadis kecil. Tetapi pada kenyataannya, aku tetap menjadi saudara bagi diri yang tunggal hingga saat ini. Kerinduan untuk memanggil seorang gadis kecil sebagai adik sudah kukunci rapat-rapat. Namun dua minggu setelah ulang tahunku yang ke-dua puluh dua, secara tidak sengaja aku menemukan kembali kunci tersebut, maka dengan sangat hati-hati kubuka kotak kerinduan yang sudah terlalu lama mendekam di sudut benakku itu.
Thekerani Village, Malawi (September, 2012) photo was taken by Husni
Bahwa barisan aksara yang terbaca dari layar dunia maya itulah yang mengingatkanku pada sesosok adik yang tidak akan pernah hadir di dunia untukku. Bahwa beritamu terjangkit malaria membuat hatiku patah. Atas kenyataan bahwa ibumu tidak tahu hari kelahiranmu, membuat hatiku patah dua kali.
Priska Chamato. Kamu, sebagai gadis kecil yang lahir tanpa identitas diri, bagaimana jika misalnya kamu adalah anak pengungsi yang membutuhkan proses repatriasi? Ah, mungkin itu tidak penting bagimu. Lalu, bagaimana kalau kamu tidak pernah merasakan selebrasi ulang tahun yang mampu melambungkan hatimu seperti matahari di sana, tinggi-tinggi? Bahkan ibumu menghitung hari ulang tahunmu berdasarkan musim panen. Bagaimana jika ada bencana hebat yang melanda tanahmu yang membuat panen tertunda, apakah kamu akan memaknai selisih usiamu?
Kedua mataku belum jemu menyapu layar dunia maya, membaca cerita mengenai dirimu. Menyimak setiap aksara, menghantam titik koma. Hingga paragraf yang ke-sebelas, hati ini kembali lega.
Seorang pemuda dari Indonesia menetapkan hari ulang tahunmu selepas ia merawat malariamu, semata-mata agar kamu kembali bersemangat. Adik, mungkin kamu tidak bisa melihat senyumanku dari belahan dunia Asia. Namun hatiku bagai ikut berpesta bersamamu, gempita. Di tahun ke lima usiamu, inilah pertama kali kamu memiliki dan merayakan hari ulang tahunmu.
Thekerani Village, Malawi (September, 2012) photo was taken by Husni
Adik, jika aku ada di sana pada bulan September lalu—di hari ulang tahunmu yang baru, aku akan turut meniupkan balon-balon untukmu, melambungkannya tinggi-tinggi setinggi matahari, menadakan biolaku pada lagu-lagu tanpa lirik, dan bercerita tentang kehidupan kota yang pengap dan tersekat-sekat.
Sebagai penikmat syahdunya malam, benua hitam tidaklah kelam. Suatu hari nanti aku berjanji akan menjejas benuamu, menyuarakan kembali tulisan-tulisan dalam surat ini. Mulai sekarang, aku akan selalu siap mendengar ceritamu lagi. Aku tidak akan pernah bosan mengirimkan kamu surat balasan atas ceritamu yang selalu dikisahkan, anggaplah sebagai tanda rasa rindu seorang kakak kepada adiknya.
Priska Chamato, percayalah, September akan selalu menyenangkan.
Terlahir, mengulang, dan berpesta. Selamat September yang pertama, Priska.
di sudut yang lain
..dan terima kasih kepada Husni yang telah memilih surat ini sebagai satu dari sekian surat pilihan
Window Seat, Please?
“You passed through places and places pass through you. But you carry ‘em with you on the soles of your traveling shoes” — The Be Good Tanyas, ‘The Little Birds Sing the Prettiest Songs’
When you travel, you will eventually stop. You will also eventually arrive at your dream destinations. Then you start to stare, to wonder, and to explore.
By then, will you still remember the cities you’ve passed through?
Flew over China! Captured by my cousin, Hannah, on her way to the United Kingdom.
With the saying “when one door closes, another opens”, people perceive the door as the symbol of opportunity.
But have you ever imagined a house without windows?
I personally think that window is the symbol of vision. Because, unlike the door, you can’t walk through the window, you just can look through it. Windows are designed to make you wonder what’s inside the room, what’s inside the world before you consider to walk through the door
Here are some of my window stories….
On my way to Darwin. This is my number one reason why I love to sit by the window: to see the horizon even closer!
On my way back to the city (Sydney) after spending fun times at Taroonga. I took the photo of this girl in uniform who looked out the window as she made me reminisce deeply about how memorable the school years was!
.This is Lala, my friend, on our way to Copenhagen from Oslo.
I woke up to the sunrise in Hoi An! I took this photo from the bus window
And a year later…. I woke up to the sunset in Bangkok :)
Hello, the land of Constantinople (above) and Goreme (below)! These photos were captured by Putri Viona from our bus window, I was busy sleeping during that time :)))
Never think about the photo results while taking the pictures from the window, the fact that you have only a few seconds to capture will turn out surprising, natural and memorable.
Now, tell me your window stories!
Trollhätan, Sweden (February, 2011)
“Silence is white. Oftentimes it feels as cold as winter but it is where peace is found after the fall”
Night Train Market Bangkok, Thailand (January, 2013)
You lied to me once, since you said silence is golden.
Conversely, silence is white. It contains the sense of spiritual purity, an essential medium to reach the trance state of solitude.
Silence is white. Oftentimes, it feels as cold as winter, but it is where peace is found after the fall. It’s a comma before an epilogue, it’s your excuse when you refuse to argue, it’s a pause between play and stop, and it’s your ‘no’ when I chose to go.
Silence is not golden. Silence is white. But just because it is white, doesn’t merely mean it is always right, like a painter who paints the cloudless sky simply because he runs out the white color, however everyone still line up to get his paintings.
You lied to me once.
Silence is white. So is your silence.
A gift from @aulianastiti , one of my favorite travel mates.
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A Tale of the Ship and the Port
The Ship, said to the Port :
As I waved goodbye to Venice, cleaving the Mediterranean sea to reach Piraeus Port of Athens, the forgotten story of Byzantine rumbled in the clash of sea waves. But I kept moving forward. I kept sailing away, further, farther than I could ever imagine.
‘Avast!’, I stopped. I stopped since the captain asked me to. I could tell it was not Piraeus, because I’ve recognized every heartbeat of it. There is no more familiar place to me than Athens. But you, I barely knew you. For me, you were an unfamiliar harbor to be anchored at.
People got off my ship’s body. They left us in silence.
You were not as beautiful as Gruž in Dubrovnik, not even almost tantamount to Venice. And how dare you doubted me in the first place yet people still regard me as the son of the Adriatic sea up until now. But your answer amazed me:
“It is the same old story. You’ve conquered the Adriatic sea but you know nothing about the Mediterranean sea. You’ve heard the story of Byzantine but you know nothing about Constantinople. There is always more than you know. It is the same old story but it’s not too late to write a new ending..”
Your water was not blue enough to make me fall, I thought. Albeit, I told you then, that your sun reminded me of her. Her spark, her tinge, her laugh, her tear. Then I realized I’ve found her. You. I felt a bliss I did not tell.
If I had found a port like you to stop by much earlier, I would have had more time to sink in your sea, deeper.
The Port, answered to the Ship:
There is always more than you know. About the ports you’ve never been. About the Empires beyond the Adriatic sea. About Byzantium and Constantinople.
Sail away across the deep blue ocean! Tell them more about maritime history. Do not worry about me. You will easily recognize me even from hundreds of nautical miles away since I am now your favorite harbor to stop by.
Because if you ever find your way back to my port, I will open-handedly welcome you and help you to set your mooring lines. To gather more passengers. To gather more stories.
Photos were taken in Istanbul, Turkey (August, 2011)
*Written as my expression of admiration for the Sea of Marmara that separates Asian Turkey from European Turkey. The Land of Byzantium and Constantinople.
Cambodia: Siem Reap At A Glance
Last week, I just got back from my first traveling solo experience. I’ve come to realize that when you travel alone, not only you know deeper about the places you visit but also you know yourself even deeper. It may sound like spiritual mumbo jumbo for some, but now I can clearly listen to my inner voice as if I have a higher sense. It became habitual since I had no one to depend on even for a short discussion about what to eat and where to go. I depended fully on myself.
In the age of 22, for some people it may be a little bit too late to have my first traveling solo experience. But at least, I’ve tried. And after all, being away from my daily routine made me find the ‘answers’ to my doubts.
It was one fine day in Bangkok. Most people still caught up in the exuberance of new year’s celebrations when I felt a sudden irresistible urge to wander more, until I then impulsively decided to take a 10-hour road trip to Siem Reap from Bangkok right in the next morning without any second thought involved.
My wanderlust feeling lured me to go beyond the border. All alone.
Sunrise in Srah Sang Lake
For those who have tight schedule yet want to make the most of your time in Siem Reap, I highly recommend you to purchase an Angkor Pass at the main entrance that can be found on the way to Angkor Wat. Later on, your valid Angkor Pass will be treated as a ticket to enter to all the Angkor temples and historical monuments in Siem Reap (Angkor temples complex is the most prominent temples area). The price list is approximately as below:
US$ 20 for one day
US$ 40 for three days
US$ 60 for a week
Siem Reap is mystical. You can feel such atmosphere while waiting for the sun to rise on your way to the Angkor temples complex. Either you take tuk tuk, van, or car, you will pass along a very long path through the woods accompanied by the cold morning breeze. My tuk tuk driver said, sometimes when it got worse, morning fog came in full force and he could even blow an ice chunk out of his breath :p
A thought of hot cappuccino for two might not be a good idea during that time but layers of clothes or a piece of warm sweater could help.
Tunnel in Ta Prohm (left) and in Angkor Wat (right)
To be more efficient, hiring a tuk tuk for your private day tour is a good choice. Even if you travel alone, it’s not hard to find other solo travelers to share tuk tuk. It may cost US$ 12 - 15 per tuk tuk for a whole day.
Angkor Wat’s main complex
Siem Reap Travel Tips :
1. If you depart from Bangkok, choose the morning train (05:55 from Hua Lamphong Railway Station, Bangkok). The border in Phoipet is very crowded most of the time. If you take the noon train, you may spend a night in the border before continuing your trip.
2. Double check the best spot for sunrise and sunset views. Srah Sang Lake and Angkor Wat are perfect for sunrise. Do not forget about long sleeves or thick outerwear options, as Siem Reap can be very cold and foggy in the morning. And the flimsier clothing choices when it gets warmer in the noon.
3. Keep your Angkor Pass carefully. It should be shown and checked once you are about to enter the sites.
4. If you travel alone, the easiest way to find other solo travelers to share a tuk tuk with, is by staying at the hostel. The Siem Reap Hostel is recommended with reasonable price.
5. USD can be used in Siem Reap
All the temples captured on this post can be visited in one area (the Angkor temples complex).
Q: how come you always manage to have good stuffs to create and share? this is interesting! wish you write more about food or culinary thingies from other parts of the earth. with your fun character i wonder how much your friends will miss you when you go travel. take care!
I think people will burst out laughing knowing my weird food choices hahaha, but I’ll give it a try later then :) yes my friends always really go all out to make sure I’m fine when I’m not around. I’m blessed, they’re just amazing! :D thank you :)